Hold Up Parody

Lyrics

Titus:
Hell Nah
I ain't playing with you Michael
Uh-Uh
I'm not fooling with you Michael
Back up
I ain't playing with you meatball
Michael
I'm not playing with you meatball

Something don't taste right, cos it ain't right,
Like when you take a sip of water and it turns out to be sprite
I know your secret, and now I regret ever helping you out your closet

Is this what I deserve?I took you at your word
You know I'm not too feminine to cut me up a nerd

What's worse? Being heartbroke or roach bit?
Hearbroke or roach bit?
Or like, seeing you in your outfit? I gave you that outfit
I'd rather be roach bit

Hell Nah
I ain't playing with you Michael
Uh-Uh
I'm not fooling with you Michael
Back up
I ain't playing with you meatball
Michael
I'm not playing with you meatball

Imagine for a moment that you never came on out
To yourself, still on the shelf, still had that dartboard in your house

Never made it out of Queens, still out there playing all them sports
Never had the flyest tenor in the choir up in your shor-or-orts
Would dudes be into you? Nope
Them gays would spoof on you, goof on you
I know that opposites attract
So I find you and fix your hair

It's such a shame you let this meerkat go to waste
I always keep it nice-nice-no-fuss, grind-his-owies on the bus

Like, where's my feet? You rub my feet, and then we watch a cop-type show